To support myself during my post graduate studies, I had started working for a catering company. Blue Ribbon Catering was not your ordinary catering service. It's clients were obscenely wealthy. It was actually an education for me to see how the one percent lived. I went through extensive training on how to serve, how to handle difficult guests, how to walk, talk and adhere to strict company rules. All of our guests would be treated to the utmost hospitality.
In my two years working for Blue Ribbon, I had gained a reputation for my friendliness and professionalism. I worked the regular functions like retirement parties, weddings, corporate merger celebrations, and any other elite functions that could afford us. But there were always certain secret events that were whispered about and kept under wraps from most. I only knew a few of the women who worked those events and they were very discrete about the nature of the events.
Recently, the co-owner of Blue Ribbon had taken a special interest in me. She called me to her office for what felt like an impromptu interview. Ms. Townsend was a beautiful woman who managed to combine ultra sexiness with professionalism. She started out asking me about my dating life which was nonexistent at the time. She said that that was good for the position that she was considering me for. She explained that Blue Ribbon had special clientele who paid for extra special services.
As she started this conversation, she was walking near me and ran a fingertip down my decolletage and across the top of my breast that was thrust up from my bra. I swallowed hard, but managed to maintain my composure. "You're a very beautiful woman, Mara." Ms. Townsend stated.
"Thank you, Ms. Townsend."
She continued to circle around me accessing my physical aspects. There was a light trace of my bottom with her hand. She then surprised me with a pinch. I said nothing. "The girls who work the elite events are the most beautiful and the most composed that we have. They are compensated generously for wearing revealing outfits that correspond to the theme for the evening. They are also asked to allow a certain amount of touch and interest from the guests.
If you choose for a more intimate encounter with a guest you will be richly rewarded by the guest. We take no cut in that. We are handsomely paid for providing incredibly attractive and pleasant servers. Anything beyond our basic services will be up to you. And it will be between you and that guest.
"Ms. Townsend, what are the basic services that the elite staff provides?"
Ms. Townsend approached me and stared at my breasts. "We'll get to that. But first I need to make sure you are the sensual, sexual type of woman that could please the guest if you choose to engage further with a guest. May I touch you?" she asked in a sultry voice. I had mixed emotions, but nodded my head affirmatively. She slowly unbuttoned my shirtdress. Her eyes never left my increasingly exposed skin. The shirt dress was quickly discarded. I was wondering where she was going with this, but I waited to find out.
The elite Blue Ribbon services provide the most beautiful women for the catered event. But we also want to be sure of the quality of the encounter should you and the client choose to take your relationship to the next level. Then Ms. Townsend pulled my panties down. She studied me in all my glorious nudity. In an assessing manner, she lifted my breast and let if fall back into place. "Nice bounce and nice feel of the breast in hand," she remarked. She circled my nipple with her fingertip and watched its reaction. She then pinched my nipples and pulled them upward just to see them tighten and became erect. She proceeded to suck my nipple into her mouth. It felt so delicious, but I wondered how far this interview would go.
She heard my sharp intake of air when she sucked my nipple even harder. After a few more moments, a moan escaped from me and Ms. Townsend smiled. She took a band out of her pocket. She pinched my nipple with one hand and stretched the band and put it around the nipple with the other hand. My breathing hitched. I saw how my nipple became a fat bead that darkened in color. Ms. Townsend proceeded to flick and lick my nipple with her tongue. The pebble that was my nipple rolled and bounced around as she manipulated it with her tongue. Many of the girls pump their nipples to enlarge them and use the rubber bands to define the base of the nipple.
Ms. Townsend seemed to be enjoying the interview. She flicked the bead of a nipple with her fingers.. She removed the band and proceeded to suck my entire large aureola into her mouth. It took me by surprise as she suckled my nipple as though she was feeding from milky tits. She latched on and sucked deeply....again and again.
It felt as though she was sucking my clit. I was amazed and responded with high pitched moaning. Ms. Townsend took her other hand and explored my closely trimmed mons. She dipped a finger inside me to then take its slick lubrication up to circling my clit. It was difficult to stand and I actually started to tremble. Ms. Townsend was pleased and she proceeded to arouse my clit with her wet finger. She lowered herself to her knees in front of me. She wrapped her mouth around my labia and sucked. I was trembling and even rocked just a bit. She spread my nether lips with her hands as she penetrated me with her tongue. She penetrated me again and again. My hips undulated as I tried to feel her deeper and deeper inside me.
Suddenly she turned me around. She spread my butt cheeks and licked my asshole. The sensation was strange to me, but became increasingly erotic and pleasurable. This was my forbidden zone, but I had no desire to put an end to the pleasure it gave me. She was pushing all my buttons and I was loving it. She started finger fucking my pussy and I couldn't stand anymore....I lowered myself to the floor and she continued to make me come again and again. Ms Townsend inserted her tongue into my bung hole. I shrieked with pleasure, "Oh, my God!!" With that last orgasm, Ms. Townsend rose and sat back down at her desk. "Mara, when you're ready, have a seat again." I gave myself a minute to let my stimulated erogenous zones calm down. Then, I rose to resume our interview.
"Most our guests are male, but there will also be some women. Either may want to touch, kiss and fondle you on the floor. All of that is permissible in the duration of your serving. Anything beyond that should happen after the event contracted between you and the guest. And let me warn you not to give out favors for free. This can be very lucrative for you, but only if you learn to negotiate terms as if you were selling a company. Sexual acts, duration of time together, and restrictions should all be talked about between you and the guest. I suggest you set up an account that can handle electronic payments so that payment can be made directly to you. As I said before, you are in charge of anything beyond the event. In case you do not feel safe during the event or after, you will be given a phone number to call to remove you from any unpleasantness."
At first, I was uncomfortable with the conversation. But the longer it went on the more I had to admit that I was becoming increasingly aroused by it. I was positively pulsating with excitement. Ms. Townsend continued, "Now, I know that student loans can take as much as half of your career to pay off. This enterprise could pay off all your debt and allow you to live in a very comfortable lifestyle. Do you think you would be interested in this?"
I cleared my throat, stalling so I could think. "Yes, I suppose I would. You did say that I am only obligated to the on floor serving which at most would be a little handsy touching from the guests?"
"Yes, Mara. That is correct. But, I think you will find that our elite events tend to attract some very attractive men and women. You may find that this position holds many perks."
"Ms. Townsend, when would I start?"
"Our next event is this Saturday. Oh, and by the way, once you start working the elite events you are no longer eligible to work the other parties. But you will find that you do not need that income. You will make far more with the elite events in far less time."
"Each elite event has a different theme to it and you will be given your uniform. See my secretary on the way out to arrange to have your measurements taken. In some events, you may be serving topless. Another event we had, the servers wore see through body suits. We try to assign the full nudity positions to the girls that are most comfortable with that. Sometimes, nipple pasties or tassels are part of the uniform and sometimes you will be nude."
"Each event is carefully planned around what the client needs. It is all very tasteful, in case you are wondering. If you find you want to leave at any time that is fine. But upon signing with us, you will be required to sign a nondisclosure agreement. Our clients and their guests require full discretion. Before the event you will report to the offices on the tenth floor for make up and costuming. Buy a trench coat, you will need to travel to the events in uniform. We prefer that you buy a black trench coat. It gives the staff a unified, professional look".
"Well, Ms. Townsend, I'm ready to sign on the dotted line."
"Excellent, you won't regret it."
